“You mean you want to have children without being married?”
Maud’s eyes shot defiance.
“Yes, that’s what I mean.”
“Haven’t you taken that privilege?”
“I? Not yet, but I don’t know what I may do.”
It was getting too personal, Julie arose from the table. Floyd lingered with Martin.
“She doesn’t mean a word of all that. She’s a fine woman; she’ll make a good wife and mother.”
Martin blew rings of smoke into the air.
“I’m quite sure she will, but I’m not interested.”
Maud was curled up in an armchair by the fire, one leg under her, the other hanging down; she was smoking a cigarette in a gold-mounted amber holder.